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THE DRIPJan 20 '04 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line Brrrr....
I have this place in the middle of my face to the north of my uppermost lip now this might sound silly but when it turns chilly it's home to a dirty big drip When the north wind blows and screams up my nose and chills me to the marrow of my bone I can hear a pitter-patter and a regulated splatter like the ticking of a little metronome I used to work outside where there's no place to hide from the cruel lazy north sea breeze lazy? yes it's true for it won't go round you but slices clean through with great ease In inclement weather rain snow .... whatever I can feel people stare when I'm talking to all those I meet when I'm out on the street I just wipe that drip off and keep walking When I'm out chopping logs or walking my dogs the drip is a constant worry but I've no axe to grind and the dog's in my mind just poetic licence I'm sorry Oh winter's a bore when you're froze to the core and the howling wind nips at your ears you can shiver and tremble until you resemble a jelly with ice cubes for tears I should just stay indoors watch the rain while it pours runs in sheets down the window but still it's no warmer at home I should get on the phone and just pay that electric bill S'there a point to this ode? no it's only a road a method that you can avail to point and to guide so your mouse it will slide and click on A Winter's Tale Thanks for reading Šproxam2004 |
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